Snow is like fire.
There is a wire
Around my neck,
Along my back.
The weakness settles
While the glass sun is waking up
And the ice
Is coming to my feet.
My body is tired to stay in the cold abyss.
Don't capitulate,
Go to the end, make me rise from my knees.
Clotted blood on
My endless headache.
Soon I will awake
Powers to be strong.
Untill my brain is covered with frazil,
I will be alive and won't be killed.
My body is tired to stay in the cold abyss.
Don't capitulate,
Go to the end, make me rise from my knees.
04.03.2020
Frost
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